Giving feet a rest
I settled down on the chair
The dreary blaze and the silence
Chimes clasped in the roof
With an eccentric harmony
Everything lodged at spaces
Making air to swirl amongst 'em
To and fro on the chair
Agitating the thoughts
Running from past to future
Whorled staircase I see
Rising to a place higher
From where something would fall
Or step down back to Me
Dazed in the silence
On the wall oblong mirror
Counterparts Me to Myself
Canvas with a green field
Absorbing the coveted psyche
Verve within to look inside
Timeline parallel to Nile
Vague I see inside
Weed rising up
Leaving down the ashes
Tapping tips on the side
It's high time to think
Heavy like Pharaoh
Were the eye-lids
Fading grey with time
The only Me
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